Money First MoneyTalks

It's rush hour. "

They were stuck on the Manhattan Bridge, with Brooklyn hippies at one end and Wall Street investment banking elites at the other end.Loki leaned back in the backseat, staring blankly out of the window.

He had to get to the block near the office by ten o'clock, find the car that Van Dahl had parked there the night before, drive that almost public Magotan to New Jersey, pick up the damn leather sofa himself, and then Before five o'clock in the afternoon, put the new sofa in the old position without any trace, waiting for Sol's temporary inspection.

Time was running short, and the Rolex on Rocky's wrist casually pointed to 5:[-], while his loyal Siri told him that in fact it was only [-] minutes away from [-]:[-].He missed breakfast because of his messy haircut, and now he was afraid he would miss lunch because of the traffic jam, and he began to pray that the sofa would be delivered on time, so that he would not lose his appetite for his only dinner.

"The clothes are good." The driver looked at Rocky through the rearview mirror, and the latter immediately turned his head with a sullen face, "Where do you work? Goldman Sachs? Morgan? Lehman Brothers?"

He gave a dry cough and straightened his suit collar to cover the small ketchup stain that he accidentally got on his white shirt last night. "Lehman Brothers went bankrupt nine years ago." Loki raised his chin and said flatly.

"Oh, what a shame—" the taxi driver shrugged nonchalantly, "you look like you're in a hurry."

"……"Of course!His eyes, the corners of his mouth, every strand of his hair said he was going crazy!Time is money, and what Rocky Lauferson lacks is money.

"Today's morning rush hour is extraordinarily long," the driver turned up the radio, trying to let the passionate music dispel Rocky's irritability, "at this time, the bridge should be unimpeded—"

Before the words were finished, a large pool of dark clouds was rapidly gathering on the river, and the sound of thunder came faintly.Before an ominous premonition formed in Luo Ji's heart, the big raindrops fell one step ahead.

"Damn it." Loki couldn't help but slammed on the car door.

Great, great.

Not only would he miss out on a hot breakfast, he'd have to find his car in the pouring rain, drive for hours soaking wet, maybe not in time for Sol's request, and then he'd be I could only lose my job under the sympathetic eyes of everyone, be kicked out by the landlord because I couldn't pay the rent, sleep on the street, and finally die a painful death under the pressure of hunger and cold...

What a brilliant talent you are, Rocky Lauferson!He wiped his face, thinking that even if he was unemployed, he could still find a job as a screenwriter on the Women's and Children's Channel, and then he was pleasantly surprised to find that the car in front of him slowly moved.

Even if it wasn't very fast, at least they didn't have to stay where they were, watching two seagulls fight on the bridge railing.

After 15 minutes, they finally left the bridge.Rocky found that the unusual traffic jam was caused by a car accident between a Ferrari and another Volkswagen Lavida at the lower entrance.Ferrari's front was severely dented, while LaVida only lost half of the bumper.Loki couldn't help applauding the German manufacturing in his heart.

Finally, when Rocky found his car in the heavy rain and immediately started to rush to New Jersey, it was four or 10 minutes past the scheduled time, which meant that Rocky had to say goodbye to his lunch.To make matters worse, he found a ticket on his wiper blades, the numbers blurred by the rain, but no matter how much, he swore to his death that Van Dahl would plug the gap exactly.

Thankfully, Loki survived with an unidentified pudding found under the seat.He carefully inspected the new sofa at the factory in New Jersey, then managed to squeeze it into the back seat, and was finally able to send the new sofa to Saul Odinson's yacht at 05:30.Fortunately, the other party has not come yet.

After another three or ten minutes, when Loki felt that he was really going to die of hunger and cold at sea, Saul Odinson's personal assistant and driver, Heimdall, who looked like a robot, came, Alone, without his boss.

Loki was a little disappointed, after all Thor seemed much more talkative than Heimdall.Simply Heimdall didn't make things difficult for him, maybe it was the pitiful appearance of his hair dripping with water that moved the other party, or maybe Heimdall just didn't want the dirty Loki to dirty his boss' boat, in short, Today's work is over.

Preview of the next section:

"I want to pick him up." Loki said while browsing the web.

"What?!" Sif's pizza dropped on her white sweater.

TBC.

02 "I want to soak him"

"I want to pick him up." Loki said while browsing the web.

"What?!" Sif's pizza dropped on her white sweater.

……

Rocky drove the car back to the company.The heavy rain is about to stop, the lights are on, and Manhattan is thriving.

Oh, come on, Rocky sneered in his heart, who doesn't know that this place may collapse at any time, financial crisis, subprime mortgage crisis, bubble economy, and then, boom-explosion.

For now, at least, Manhattan still looks brimming with jewels.Rocky turned the steering wheel neatly.Neon lights streamed from under his eyes, making his green eyes startlingly bright in the dark.

He parked his Magotan at a mall two blocks away, for which he had to pay exorbitant parking fees—but this is Manhattan—and he didn’t want to get a surprise ticket 10 minutes later .

Rocky walks into the building where the company is located. This is a building from the 70s. The exterior wall is so black that it seems that it has not been cleaned for centuries, and the interior is so-so. Anyway, the water pressure in the bathroom is often not enough, and you can go inside every now and then. Found a bubble of unclaimed waste.

He took the eerie elevator up to the fifth floor, the door opened, and thank God there was still a faint light in his office.The lazy partners did not abandon him on this rainy night.Loki pushed open the office door and found that Sif was squatting in his boss chair, watching "Game of Thrones" on his 27-inch Apple all-in-one computer. Hermès (it was discarded by the client, brand new), drool soaked the handmade blanket on his body, while Fandral curled up on the calfskin sofa that Saul gave up with his mobile phone, frantically browsing The pictures of hot beauties on social networks, Rocky even suspected that he just posted for himself there.

Loki figured he'd rather see the office empty.

"Let there be light—"

Loki lowered his voice, and turned on the overhead light while reading his lines aloud like a stage actor.The whole office instantly lit up.Sif shrieked as if seeing a giant in the sun for the first time and covered her face, and Fandral frantically gathered the hem of his clothes—this made Loki even more sure of what he was doing just now. —Volstagg was still asleep, and his voice was loud.Loki kicked him in the stomach mercilessly as he passed by, and Vostagg woke up too, but the first thing he did when he woke up was to throw up in the toilet.

"Glad you're still here," Loki said to his companions in a tone.

"Oh please, don't talk like that," Sif reluctantly pressed the pause button, pulled her eyes out of the TV series, and looked at her tsundere boss, "Actually, we're really worried about you Without an umbrella—"

"You should be satisfied," Loki said, tossing his appalling hair, which had been soaked and not dried in time, and is now in gypsy curly curls, "Look, my new hairstyle— —” He raised his arm again, smelling himself, “Oh, I smell like blue cheese that’s been in the cellar for ten years—”

"You don't answer the phone!" Sif screamed aggrievedly. "We called you in turn to ask if you need an umbrella, but you didn't answer the call!"

"Oh," Loki remembered that he seemed to have received a few calls, but he hadn't been in the mood to pay attention to anyone other than customers since the beginning of the morning, "Okay." Rocky turned on the phone and found the three of them He did make several phone calls, but he cut them all off.Loki just shrugged.

Sif rolled her eyes at her boss with a particularly large roll for this.

"I'm a little hungry." Fandral was lying sideways on the calfskin sofa, with his knees resting on the armrests and his feet dangling like a scruffy teenager who lost his footing.At this time, Vostagg also came out of the toilet, smacked his lips, and echoed, "Me too."

"But you just ate three barrels of fried chicken, five hamburgers, and four packs of extra-large french fries!" Sif said incredulously.

"It's not the first day you know Vostag," Fandral scratched his belly lazily, "I bet you can still eat at least three pizzas, can't you, Voss?"

"That goes without saying!" Vostagg burped triumphantly.

"Proud of you, Vos." Fandral jumped up from the sofa, "Then let's go eat pizza! Sif?"

Sif raised her hand, "I have no objection."

Fandral took Sif's shoulders with one hand, and Loki's with the other, "Great! The 220th eighth dinner of Cosmos Rubik's Cube Design Office, let's go—"

"Wait!" Loki shook off Fandral uncomfortably, who knows where the other's hand scratched, "I didn't say I would go."

"My boss." Fandral stopped, looked back at Loki seriously and said, "You are now